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This book is dedicated to all the lovers who need the reminder that romance is still tangible.
“It’s never too early to be thinking about it, though. Life and love are fleeting. Don’t miss out on either of them or before you know
Far too often, men meet the physical requirements but lack chivalry in minor ways, like holding and opening doors. To experience this fine man this way gives me hope and an inclination to want to know more about my neighbor of the past year.
Maybe the sparks setting off when we are around each other aren’t just seen by me. Maybe my heart isn’t the only one somersaulting. Maybe our eyes are communicating the same interest in each other. Just maybe.
It’s something about a man who understands that every day isn’t an arm day.
They warm me a few degrees more than the sun’s effect and confirm the sentiment that I could get used to having a man around
Blue Tiger’s Eye is a great calming stone. It promotes clarity and communication and supports a healthy libido, while the white jade enhances the feeling of love within your life. Great sex, great love life, the perfect ebb and flow to a personal ocean, ya know? The Universe must be saying something to ya.”
Her voice sings soft, sultry, and airy. It’s music to my ears. She’s my siren, and I am her submissive captive.
It is Monday, and it dawns on me that I’ve only seen her consistently on a Sunday over the last few weeks. Still, sitting here, looking at her natural morning glow and frizzy mane billowing over her like a crown, I can picture waking up to this sight every day. I can see myself greeting her happily every morning with a kiss, even with morning breath. I can see myself wanting to hear her sultry moan as I make love to her every morning.
Even on a Monday morning, Sade’s presence is still sweet, like a Sunday.
Add a dollop of your whole heart to the making of this cake. Cook it with love and love will always be near.
As an adult, I realized that was an example of being submissive to the one you trust with everything. Grandpa showed and proved his intentions to lead our family with care and good intentions.
I read over the last bit of the recipe again about cooking with love and love being always near. I registered my final answer to my heart’s call: to bake the cake with all of my condolences, all of my empathy, all of my understanding, all of my patience, all of my faith, and all of my heart.
The thing about fathers is that they love hard, and they show it, but they do not nearly speak it just as deeply as they feel. It’s needed. I needed it. I’m thankful I have this moment to play over again for the rest of my time without him.
She calls it Papa’s Heart Pound Cake. I don’t even know if I should have or if it will be received well, but here it is. She says to bake it with love, and love will always be near, so I followed the directions. In this cake, you’ll find me, my heart, and what I think could grow into love.
“The moment we sat down four weeks ago, I knew. You are the purest heart I’ve known. And I want to do this…to grow with you…see where this goes. I can’t let life or the opportunity to love pass me by.”
Our future keeps playing in her eyes, moment to beautiful moment. I even glimpse the babies I plan to plant in her womb one day. Without any other words, just the knowing that only we know, I walk us to her open backdoor to complete another sweet Sunday.
